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80: 𝐷𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛

Kira knelt down.

She sat on her knees in the grass on top of the hill that was just a short walk from her house. Under a tree.

She placed a hand on one of the stones. Holding the names of her father and mother. It was the first time since moving here she had braved the hill. Having avoided it until now.

She looked at the stones. Three. One for her mother and father and another small one. A continuation of her father's. Inscribed on the added small stone was simply "beloved brother of Kyra Kokoa; Nana Shimura."

Added by her uncle not so long ago.

Kira had thrown out wilting flowers and added new ones. She now stared at the grave of her mother.

Mother.

The word seemed to be tainted now.

"Grow up... And become a mother."

Kira shook her head. No her mother wasn't like that.

"The closest way to become a God."

No. No she was lying. Oshita was crazy. Kira couldn't keep thinking about her as though she had been right. As though she spoke for all mothers. She had been manipulative until her final breath, maybe that was her plan. To say something so haunting, trying to disturb Kira all her life.

It sure was working.

She thought of her own mother. He smilies. The little things she would do. Blowing the bubbles from the sink into Kira's hair, holding her hand until she fell asleep all those nights ago. Humming as she brushed her hair.

......

"Your hair looks so pretty mommy." Kira said sitting on the counter as her mother brushed out her long chestnut brown hair.

"Awh thank you very much Kira." Her mother hummed. "One day your hair will be just as pretty."

"My hair?" Kira asked, holding onto a tangled lock of her own messy black hair.

"Of course it will. One day you'll be the prettiest girl in the world." Her mom laughed, it sounded like music. A joyful melody.

"But you're the prettiest in the world." Kira scrunched up her nose. Whenever Kira thought of beauty, she could only think of her mother. Her mother was the standard of all things lovely.

Her mother laughed and hugged her daughter. "Thank you Kira. One day you'll have long beautiful hair like mommy. And you'll be just as pretty as me."

"Can I wear makeup like you?" Kira asked with excitement.

"Of course you can baby." The woman said, tapping the young girls nose with a finger. "When you want to feel fancy."

Fancy. Her mother never once said make-up was for beauty. Never wanting her daughter to feel like she was less without it. Instead makeup was a decoration. Something to add to an already lovely canvas.

Kira giggled and held her mom's hand. "Mommy, I don't want to be prettier than you. You'll always be the prettiest. With the prettiest hair." She said, holding onto her hand.

"Thank you Sweetie." Her mother said, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

......

Kira stared again at the stone. The memory of that one day spent with her mother flashing through her mind along with countless others.

That day... It had been so... Insignificant.

Her mom had taken Kira to the store. Then they came back home and watched one of Kira's shows. Then later on they got ready for bed together, making sure to brush their hair.